CHAPTER TWENTY - NINE: I AM THE OWNER OF YOU
ROSE AMARA POV
He’s…back.
As I turn around, my breathing gets slower.
I look up at him, admiring how he has styled his hair back and how his shirt is still expertly tucked into his slacks just as it was when he left earlier. On his body, there are no obvious wounds, bruising, or even dirt. He comes across as perfect as always.
Back he is.
Those harsh, strong words spread through my body like wildfire. The impersonal communications I received from him in recent years were not the final communication I had with him today.
As he moves his hand under my eye to remove moisture, his brow furrows. "What's wrong, you ask?"
I want to stop the tears and the weakness, but I lack the ability to do so. They are stuck in my eyelids as a remembrance of
